Rambo || Bryson Tiller

18

"Bryson?"

I nodded.

"You said labels were looking at you. Right?"

"Yea."

"Can you promise me that when you get signed that you won't leave me?"

I looked up from my laptop to her face as she stared down at her fingers.

"Yea. I promise." I said lowly

My phone buzzed for the millionth time that day. Kelly👎🏾

"Fuuuuck." I whined

"Just answer. And see what she wants."

"How you know it's her?" I asked surprised

"Pregnant girls are needy. She's prolly hungry."

"So why can't she buy herself some food."

"Answer Bryce. What could it hurt?"

I groaned picking it up.

"What?

Stop ignoring me. I'm not pregnant by myself.

What do you want?

For starters the father is suppose to be here for the pregnancy. I'm hungry and my back hurts. Not to mention from carrying your damn child.

Ok."

I hung up grabbing my wallet pulling out a 20 and handing it to Rose.

"Can you please-"

"Yeah. I'll bring her food."

"Thanks babe."

"What is it that she want?"

"Fuck what she want. She better be lucky she getting something."

She kissed my forehead giggling slightly before leaving.

Rose
I pulled into the McDonald drivethru.

"How may I help you?"

What do pregnant women want?....

"Can I have a chicken tender meal. Large size. A chocolate Sunday and 3 apple pies. "

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

"9.47 at the first window."

After gathering her food I made my way over to her house which was the party house of the school.

I knocked hard on the door waiting patiently as it creaked open revealing Kelly in a short tight pink robe.

"Bryson baby I've missed you." She mumbled before looking from my feet to my face

"Here whore." I shoved her food into her chest

"What are you even doing here?" She gasp holding her food

"Being nice to the schools slut. You said you were hungry so I brought you food and your sitting here prepared to fuck him. Where's your damn respect?!"

"I love him! I'm holding his child my emotions are raging! He broke my heart! You don't get it." She cried

"Kelly." I sighed looking over her in disgust

"What do you have that I don't?" She cried

"Morals sweetie. Now have a goodnight. And don't hit my baby's phone again unless you in labor." I patted her back pushing her slightly

Once in the car I cursed myself for even taking her ungrateful ass food.
I turned into the Chic-Fil-a drivethru and ordered me and Bryson chicken tender meals and raced home. I had to tell Bryson about his baby's mother. Once home I ran up to Bryson's room.

"Block her number." I shot at him setting his food in his lap and his drink on the night stand

"What happen?"

"She opened the door in a robe thinking that it was you and thinking that you were about to fuck her worries away. The nerve of her. Block her number." I growled biting my chicken strip

"What happen to "just answer it."?"

"Bryson your babies mother is trifling. Why would you even have a child with her? Why'd you even have sex with her? Were you high?" I mumbled on asking question

"Rose hush." He said huskily making me zip my lips

I still had questions though.

"So are you going to block it?"

"I turned you into a bad girl."